By the time the boys arrived at Constantine's, everyone was in place. Zach and Tim, Madison, members of the GBI residents of the Township and the Z1 were all packed into the malt shop. Patrick was at the door, Wolfie was lingering around watching everything, and big Jim was perched on a barstool at the soda bar. Lonnie, Danny and Jason took their seats at the table centered in the room.
It didn't take long for the trap to be sprung. Declan, the number two in charge along with Rick and a very young genman—probably an apprentice—walked to the front door and made a beeline to the table.
"So here we find you, the three missing ones. Did you think that you could hideout forever?" Declan boasted. "We've been staking this place out for months waiting for you to show, and now you're ours."
